En La Tierra Que Hay Detrás De Mis Ojos…

(actually posted yesterday)

It is my fault. Granted, I have yet to have a real immersion experience in Spanish — the sum of my childhood in Los Angeles, nor my elementary spanish classes, school trips to Baja, the class I took on Neruda, or the past year I spent marinating in Spanglish in the Bronx does not add up to immersion or complete instruction — but I am still not fluent, and I don’t have a good excuse for it. And now I’m kicking myself, because I just discovered a blog entitled Antropoetica, and I can kind of hum along but I’m unable to really comprehend the thoughts in their entirety. (A pivotal problem seems to be my weak grasp of the verbs “ser” and “estar” — the two forms of “to be.”)

Still, this looks like one of the most thoughtful blogs out there. It’s a nice change to find a blog that lives up to its interesting name. I like the idea of Anthropoetry. The participants in this blog seem to be meditating on the Zapatistas’ march on Mexico City, at the moment. The combination delights me — thoughtful, artsy leftists! This is one of the best things about this increasingly searchable, shrinking world: finding people so close to you in such far away places.

(The title is from a song by the group Café Tacuba entitled Flores De Color De Las Mentiras, which is also about the Zapatistas.)